"She was happiest in Umbria and the spookier parts of Tuscany, where you felt the romance these people craved was not the romance of love but the romance of poisoning each other with undectable toxins."
This sentence by Francine Prose makes me feel that if I'd written it, I could eat bonbons for the rest of my life.
I bet she doesn't feel that way at all.
This sentence by Francine Prose makes me feel that if I'd written it, I could eat bonbons for the rest of my life.
I bet she doesn't feel that way at all.